One dream has come to nought? Ah! do not sorrow. <br />Let other dreams be wrought to grace the morrow. <br />Because one dream is slain, talk not of never dreaming; <br />one night of murk and rain-behold the sun a-gleaming! <br />Because one hope lies dead, cling not to grief; <br />but have you faith instead. Grief's life is brief. <br />One dream with broken wings, one hope with head low blowed-the brave heart sings despite the cloud. <br />One castle wrecked in Spain razed to the ground. <br />Oh, build it up again-means will be found. <br />And sing while you rebuild; sing out, and ne'er despair. <br />When hearts with hope are filled-dreams flourish everywhere.<br /><br />Wilhelmina Stitch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renew-thy-hope/
